THE LOTUS
Born in the dark, murky depths — where it is cold and unloving.
Amongst the debris and dark things, a seed takes root.
The seed is insignificant, not glamorous, or boastful, the seed is resilient.
The waters shift as a lazy foot steps down on the seed, pushing it farther
down into the filth and mud — but the seed is resilient.
He continues to grow — reaching for what little light he can see, the seed despite his insignificance and adversity — perseveres.
It is early morning, long after he started this journey and what was a little
seed begins to feel his world change.
He feels the warmth of the morning sun, the gentle breeze calling out
to him, he is comfortable.
He has been working for such a long time, so he reaches out a leaf, or two,
testing his new surroundings.
The sun rewards him for his efforts, providing warmth, nourishment, and
encouragement.
He decides this is where he wants to live, in the light — far from the murk,
the dark, the depth.
JEFF WITT GREW UP IN A SMALL OREGON LOGGING TOWN AND SERVED IN THE US MARINES. HE HALF OGLALA AND SICANGU SIOUX AND A MEMBER OF THE LAKOTA OYATE-KI CULTURE CLUB. JEFF STARTED WRITING TO EXPAND HIS KNOWLEDGE AND EXPRESS HIMSELF.
